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He pulls out and thrusts back into me one, two, three times before coming to rest on top of me.
I feel hollowed out. In the best way.
Warrick’s exhales blow across my nipples while he gets his breath back and he pulls out. “I’ll be right back,” he says with a kiss to the side of my breast.
I watch him walk into my bathroom, the twin globes of his ass making my fingers curl with the want to touch them until the door shuts behind him.
The toilet flushes and the water turns on for a few seconds before he comes back to me with a warm washcloth in his hand. He wipes it gently against my core, cleaning me up, and smiles at me.
“Up you go,” he says with a smile, and I stand and make my way to the bathroom on shaky legs. I do my business and wash my hands before cracking the door open and asking, “Do you want to shower with me?”
“Sure.” The affable charming Warrick is back, and after the intense session we just shared, I’m thankful for it.
The sex was great, but I’m not sure what I’m doing or where we’re going next.
I shove the anxiety-riddled thoughts down and turn on the taps. Once the water is warm, I start the shower and turn to the linen cabinet to grab us some towels, then step under the hot spray.
Warrick follows me, and after swapping spots so he can have some of the warm water, he reaches for my loofah and shower gel, lathering it up and then pressing it against my chest.
“I can do that,” I say.
“I know. But let me.”
Speechless, I stand there while he washes my body. Once he’s done, we change spots again for me to rinse off. Once the last sud is rinsed from me, he helps me tilt my head back until my hair is wet and then grabs my shampoo and starts to wash my hair.
I stay quiet, lost in thought, while he washes and conditions my hair. I start to take my loofah to return the favor when he stops me. “I got it. You enjoy the water.”
I nod, not sure what to do with myself since he doesn’t want me to wash him.
Some of my conflict must show on my face because, as if he read my mind, Warrick says, “It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me. I do. It’s just I’m out of condoms and if you touch me, I’m going to fuck you again.” He cocks an eyebrow with the statement and I grin at him.
So, it wasn’t me. It’s because he wants me too much. I can live with that.
He rinses and then turns the tap off. We climb out, and he wraps a towel around his waist before patting me dry. I wrap my hair up in a towel to soak most of the water out of it.
“Come on. In you go.”
I get in bed and let my head rest against my pillows, unsure if he’s going to stay or if he’s going to leave. I’m kinda scared to ask.
“Scooch over.”
He climbs under the covers with me, and I turn my back so he can’t see the heat climbing into my cheeks.
He’s staying the night. That must mean something, right?
Before I can get in my own head about what just happened, Warrick presses a kiss against my shoulder and says, “Goodnight, Imp.”
“Goodnight.”
I can talk to him in the morning and figure out what, if anything, tonight meant to him.
CHAPTER 11
Warrick
Hair on my face tickles me awake. I brush my hand against my nose and mouth until the silky strands fall away. There’s no light coming from the window in the room, and after a quick glance at the clock, I see it’s a little after five a.m.
Chip’s breathing is steady next to me, her head pillowed on my chest, leg thrown over mine, and I smile. In the middle of the night, while she was dreaming, she gravitated toward me. Physically she wants me. That much was clear last night, but even her subconscious wants to be closer to me.
